Blues as you've never heard it before is probably the best way to describe the extraordinary music of Swedish duo Wildbirds and Peacedrums.

An amalgam of clattering drums, exotic instrumentation and wild scat singing, they veer between the controlled cacophony of Tim Buckley, the playful kookiness of Mary Margaret O'Hara and Bjork at her most otherwordly.

At times, say, during The Window or recent single Doubt/Hope, they do all three at once – with startling results.

Even in their most conventional song, I Can't Tell in His Eyes, singer Mariam Wallentin's soft cooing about the break-up of a relationship is suddenly interrupted by a rhythmic assault by her husband Andreas Werliin.

Rapturous

Their short set concludes with Wallentin hollering from her soul in Today/Tomorrow. As they exit to rapturous applause you can't help feeling they won't be bottom of the bill much longer.

Sadly the evening goes downhill with the arrival of Born Ruffians. A trio from Toronto, they fuse Postcard-era jangly guitars with modish punk-funk, yet what should sound like Orange Juice-meets-The Rapture ends up a lumpen mess of one-note basslines, annoying yelps and clumsy rhythms.

Only Foxes Mate For Life sounds at all coherent, the rest smacks of novelty for novelty's sake.

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